“Some distances aren’t measured in kilometers. They’re counted in unsaid words and unkept promises.”
My dearest,
It’s strange, isn’t it?
How between two cities that are only an hour apart,
We built a distance not even time could cross.
You in Dubai —
Shimmering, restless, always arriving somewhere.
Me in Abu Dhabi —
Quieter, watching the tide come and go, hoping you’d return with it.
We told ourselves geography didn’t matter.
Just a drive down Sheikh Zayed Road.
Just a call, just a message.
But the silence between us grew louder than traffic.
I remember how Dubai looked through your eyes —
Skyscrapers as ambitions, lights as dreams,
Restless nights that felt like possibility.
But you never saw Abu Dhabi through mine —
Where calm meant presence,
Where love didn’t shout, but stayed.
We promised to meet halfway.
But halfway kept shifting.
And then… it stopped existing.
You chased the future like it owed you answers.
And I…
I waited in yesterday,
Wearing hope like a perfume you stopped noticing.
I write this not to bring you back,
But to let go —
Of the route I drove a hundred times in my mind,
Of the voice I still hear when Dubai rains.
And if one day
You find yourself watching the sea from Corniche or driving past Jumeirah Beach at 3AM
And a name slips past your heart —
Know it’s mine.
Still here.
Still real.
But no longer waiting.
— Yours, somewhere between the towers and the tide
